Atop a towering future

The meaning that Verge wrote to conquer that thing called the Hzulthug, was explicit in what he had made across from it in his story that carried no battle. For he wrote in few details but much instruction:

• The people whom listen, will receive the writings of others
• The people whom write shall be listened to in reason of truth
• The people thus will await their things they call that of love
• In cooperation, nightmare shall be made dream, good will be victory!

But none the less, Verge stated clearly this as he rose in tower and awoke in future, where this that was written was made true in ends of it, for Verge had come to suspect his book of worlds more powerful then mere fantasy, but of solution:

That place atop tower, was that place of listening and speaking, where all had recieved what they seeked and their was not anymore evil, in that it was imprisoned and in that it was battled in virtual by the people of its lands. The land prosporo, was no more real then screen so said:

As it was made clearer in those days, that battle against evil be made virtual and that evil that was real be made trapped in prison. Atop this land in space so vast, where space is swallowed by the power of man and they worship God dressed in purple. The sun is in all places as light and the ways are seemingly noble.

Verge was content, he had said what he thought, he had found meaning in battle against the things of nightmare. So he was finished and his world was a future having been already made and on its way, but then...

He listened to the music of:

Rule The World by Walk of the earth

He looked at the internet and asked it philosophical questions and what he found was not a noble truth...

so forth did song turn to:

Cactus In The Valley by Lights

as these pages written were discovered by Logan and are totally unrelated and written by some other:

http://rantswithintheundeadgod.blogspot.com/2012/05/dirge-in-undead-god.html

And as such Verge was shattered as zombies infected his future and Dan below laughed as Verge woke from dream unto the nightmare of reality and fell from towers peak to Prosporo and deeper still below.

For nightmares are the source of madness and futures unknown.

And thus Verge remained in sorrow for one week, before dying and being born again.

For wiser is the man whom takes not to ignorant bliss, but hard truths of that cold dark world...

It can mostly simply be said this is where it grew darker.